I quit
I finally did it today. After about one million lectures on my attitude and why I am "so lucky" to work at Tijuana Flats and getting yelled at because I felt like I had been "fucked" by my schedule again this week, I called and quit. I am done with demeaning jobs, snotty rich people, and being told I on a daily basis that "a million girls would kill" for my job, although we are pathetically under-staffed because no one wants to work there, I quit. Fuck them. Fuck this. I have two degrees and am getting dangerously close to my third, not to mention grad school. Plus, I have a new job working as a local author's assistant and getting paid way more. So, fuck you Tijuana Flats. You are dead to me.
(Although I will most likely still eat at other locations all the time still. I never said the food was bad.)
(Although I will most likely still eat at other locations all the time still. I never said the food was bad.)